Hope

Moments occur in life when,

The body would swoon,

Like the waning moon;

The heart is engulfed,

By the darkness of solitude,

Making even your shadow elude;

The mind is gloomy,

Like the winter sky,

Vision obscured in murky waters;

When your actions,

Have no traction,

And meet a rocky dead-end;

Those moments shall disappear,

When the crescent of hope appears,

And illuminates the mind;

The waxing moon, a clear vision of hope,  

Its gentle white light vanishes dark sorrow,

And gives you back your shadow;

When the spring of hope looms,

The mind shall swiftly bloom,

Like the enchanting lotus from the dirty mud;

When hope takes root,

Through the rocks it shall shoot,

And your dreams shall bear fruit.